I declare I don't care no more/ I'm burning up and out and growing BORED/
In my smoked out BORING room
My hair is shagging in my eyes/ Dragging my feet to hit the street tonight
To drive along these shit town lights
(Burnout, Green Day)
Punk rockers in the UK/ They won't notice anyway/ They're all too busy fighting/
For a good place under the lighting
(White Man in Hammersmith Palais, The Clash)
Non sono che un piccolo uomo, mediocre e privo di mezzi. Attualmente. Ma ho unideale. Cazzo, quantè bella questa parola.
Ne sentiva il sapore in bocca, sulle labbra. Ed era un sapore dannatamente buono.
Gli era mancato.
( Da "Outlaw Blues" )
